No Luck Finding Absalom, Yet Again (October 6th, 1946)

Today, October 6th, 1946,  is the third day in my search for my son, Absalom. So far, my search has lead me to many different places where I have gained insight on how life really is. But today I have great hope in finding Absalom. My search today started in a shanty town where Mrs. Dubula says that Absalom might have gone after he left her house. The first thing that I noticed when entered the shanty town was the children laughing in the narrow pathways in between the tragic habitations that these people call home. These homes were made out of rusty sheets of sheet metal, what the people call sheet iron here, a few planks of wood for the floors, sometimes the floors were even barren leaving these people to stand or sleep in the cold and dampness that these shanty towns bring to the ground, and a door from a forgotten home that was so beat up and scratched that it was almost impossible to tell the door from a piece of wood. This is a perfect example of the inequality here in Johannesburg that the blacks have received. The more depressing part is these people have left their families to try to improve their life but they end up in houses like this. When we asked the woman that Ms. Dubula suggested we go ask she says that Absalom is not here but he might be in Sophiatown. I though to myself once again I did not find my son but I still have hope. Also, I realized how strange it is that we move forward in some things, and stand still in others, and go backwards in yet others.

Here are some pictures of the shanty town.